Yen Sid made his way among the Fables of the woodlands with the social grace of an ox; which is to say he had shown up in a suit of mismatched colors. The top part of his outfit was a light blue while his pant legs and shoes were a laughably bright orange; the memorable look topped off by a large white trucker hat that read "Honk for Hooters" that he had picked up lord knows where-Yen Sid had insisted the night before that Mickey let him dress himself for the annual party. After four hours of crying like a child and nine hours shape shifted in the form of a remote his young apprentice Mickey finally broke and granted his request.

Walking hunched over as he commonly did due to his back he talked to literally anyone that would listen-and often time kept talking long after they left. It was actually a sad sight to see for those that noticed; the haggard old man literally talking to chairs and tables half the night while a good number of guests used his odd behavior as an easy talking point. There were many laughs, but Yen Sid seemed not only unaffected but completely oblivious to the fact.

Eventually he made his way over to the table Boogie sat at people watching; his emerald green eyes twinkling in recognition at the odd man. He went to sit down beside the former monster like they were old friends and as he sat his frail hand shakily extended outwards, grasping at Boogies shoulder as he literally grunted himself into the chair with effort. Like most encounters with the old man Yen Sid spoke first. "How goes it Mr. Boogie? Beautiful celebration isn't it? I swear the Queens truly outdone herself for the harvest festival this year." Who or what he was talking about was a total mystery-apparently he was having one his mental episodes, something Boogie was all to familiar with as the old mans psychiatrist.

"Oh! Before I forget!" The old wizard practically shouted out Boogie while grabbing at him. Quickly he took his old wrinkled hands off of Boogies outfit and pulled what looked like a simple small purple "crown royal" bag out from his pants pocket. Whatever paltry gift or token the crazy old man had fit inside the tiny bag probably wasn't worth anyones time. Boogie watched as the old man reached into the tiny palm sized bag...then kept reaching, and reaching...and reaching. After a moment the old mans arm was somehow impossibly and completely engulfed within the small cloth bag, his face wearing an expression of concentration and struggle as he dug around in some unseen effort to find something; obviously magic was at work. "Now where is that...no thats not it...here?" He pulled a black cat out of the sack, the dark feline quickly hissing at him before Yen Sid shoved it back in the bag "No No...Here!" This time he triumphantly pulled out a small fancy looking box made of finely polished and darkly stained wood. He sit the gift infront of Boogie, his eyes looking at the man many people feared with both genuine appreciation and affection. "A gift for a friend, while I can still remember." He knocked the side of his head comically as his eyes began to grow hazy yet again.

Suddenly his eyes locked with Boogies, his face deadly serious as a terrified look came across his face. Just as quickly as the fearful look came it was replaced by one of pure awe, his eyes catching sight of the large elaborate fountain inside the ballroom. "My goodness. Wonderfull harvest festival."